Pardon me while I die — slackermama . com

OMG. I hate being sick. HATE. And I have been sick, sick, sick for the last day or so. In fact, right now is the first time in over 24 hours that I’ve felt moderately normal. Yes, I still am alternating between shivering and sweating, there is a ghost of a headache hovering behind my right eye, my nose runs and my throat still burns. BUT. It’s a lot better than the crippling, aching burn in my joints, the blinding headache, the searing throat and the flashing heat and cold that would burn and ice through my body at a moment’s notice.

Yep, yesterday was FUN.

I didn’t want to take anything that would make me drowsy while I was here alone with the kids. And, as luck would have it, I couldn’t find a single pain killer/fever reducer in the house. Not a one. So basically, I could take nothing. By 3pm, I was nearly delirious. I had tried to lay down and nap with Evie but woke up short of an hour and a half later, the aches wracking my body wouldn’t let me lay still there any longer.

Thankfully, Kile left work a little early. Unfortunately, he was feeling pretty beat so it’s not like he was exactly able to pick up my slack too much. I’m not sure how I made it through the evening, but I did. The night was pretty awful too. By that point, I just didn’t have it in me to even look for some medication to take. My head wasn’t working right and I could pretty much only coast on auto-pilot. I fell into bed and was able to ignore my aches long enough to fall asleep.

I don’t know how long I was asleep or if I was even asleep at all when Kile made a loud noise in his sleep. Does anyone else’s husband do this? When he has a bad dream or whatever, and he screams in his dream, he makes a noise. Almost like a scream but not. It’s the weirdest, creepiest sound and it freaks me out every time. I automatically touched his shoulder and said his name and he automatically said, “I’m all right.” Weird. Of course, Evie was awake and according to her it was Super Party Fun Time.

It’s always conflicting, because on one side, you want so badly to be asleep. But on the other hand, you’ve got this adorable baby with juicy dimples in her cheeks smiling up a storm and looking so gosh-darned happy to see you. It took her a little while to wind down again but she did. Unfortunately, it took me a lot longer. The aches in my joints now seemed worse and I could not lay still. So I writhed in pain, trying not to make too much noise with my moans or too much jostling with my constant tossing and turning.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, the aches subsided. And thank God for it. I woke up at 8:30 this morning with a blinding headache, however. My body felt weak from the aches and from the constant temperature fluctuation. Kile didn’t seem interested in waking up any time soon and I felt I should at least drink a glass of water or something so I got up with Evie.

Still, the absense of the aches made me feel a lot better, headache or no. And a few hours later, I found some Thera-Flu in the medicine cabinet upstairs. The stuff tastes awful, but it works. I think that’s pretty much the only reason I’m functioning at all right now.

I don’t know if I’ll be doing the YNTR list this week or not. I may do it later today or tomorrow. If not, then I’ll make up for it next week for sure. In the meantime, I hope the rest of you are enjoying germ-free weekends. Because being sick SUCKS.

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